Shen Wansan's gaze toward Li Boyang became much more serious.
Li Boyang smiled faintly and said, "No need. Helping your daughter once was just a coincidence, and I don't expect anything in return."
This is absolutely true. Huang Jue helping Shen Rong was only incidental; his real purpose was to save Liu Bowen.
Although Li Boyang said that, Shen Wansan did not see it that way. For the first time, he felt that he had been slighted, and that this scholar in front of him did not value his favor.
Shen Wansan was a prominent figure in the Central Plains, and every power gave him face. He thought that the other party would gladly accept his favor, but he didn't expect the other party to refuse so decisively.
Li Boyang didn't notice that Shen Rong looked slightly disappointed after he refused Shen Wansan's favor.
Shen Wansan smiled awkwardly and said, "Is Mr. Boyang also going to attend the prayer ceremony for the Immortal Changchun?"
"Changchun Zhenren" is the respectful title given to Qiu Chuji by the world. Shen Wansan, being a seasoned veteran of human relationships, changed the subject.
Li Boyang nodded and replied, "Of course, I certainly wouldn't miss such a grand event."
Shen Wansan smiled and said, "If you don't mind, you can come with me."
Shen Wansan was definitely invited, as evidenced by the fact that he did not linger in the town but instead went directly through it to the mountain. Moreover, he had realized that Li Boyang had not received an invitation from Quanzhen, which was why he said this, clearly intending to repay Li Boyang's favor.
"No need to trouble yourself, my master and I are planning to take a walk around this area these next few days, and we can go after the prayer ceremony begins."
Li Boyang had his own plans. Given the current situation of various sects having a mixed bag of distinguished guests in Quanzhen, going to Quanzhen at this time might not be a good thing.
"If that's the case, then let's meet again on the day of the prayer ceremony."
Seeing that Li Boyang still refused, Shen Wansan said nothing and signaled the driver to continue on the way.
The carriage slowly began to move. Shen Rong looked somewhat reluctant. This encounter was unexpected, but the outcome was not good, which was also unexpected. However, the thought that Li Boyang would also be going to the prayer meeting filled her with anticipation.
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Chapter 88 Revisiting the Sutra Repository
As dusk settled, the sky twinkled with stars, and night began to blanket the earth.
After spending the day traveling with Liu Bowen, Li Boyang returned to Youjian Inn.
I sat quietly in the room with my eyes closed, concentrating, and time passed little by little.
The night was quiet.
In a VIP room on the third floor of an inn, the screen window was slowly pushed open. The instant the screen window opened, a dark shadow darted into the air, swayed a few times on the rooftops of the town, and then gradually disappeared completely into the night.
The night passed quickly.
"Steamed buns, big steamed buns with thin skin and plenty of filling."
"Sir, your tea is here. Please enjoy."
Sitting in the lobby of Youjian Inn, Li Boyang glanced at the other guests, looking somewhat tired. On the table in front of him was a jar of wine and a few side dishes.
Last night was another fruitless night. He waited outside the Quanzhen Sect's scripture pavilion for more than three hours without seeing a single ghost. It wasn't until almost dawn that he returned to Youjian Inn.
"More and more martial arts practitioners are staying at Youjian Inn."
Watching the people coming and going in the inn, in just a short time, more than twenty people dressed as martial arts practitioners went up and down the stairs. One can imagine how many martial arts practitioners there are in this small town.
"Teacher, look, there are more and more Mongolians."
As they were talking, seven or eight Mongolians entered the inn, found a large table, sat down, and ordered a lot of food.
These Mongols were different from other江湖人士 (jianghu figures); they were clearly disciplined. Only after the leader sat down did the others dare to take their seats one after another.
Li Boyang recalled for a moment, then said to Liu Bowen, "Don't look at what you shouldn't see. Hurry up and finish eating and go back upstairs."
"Boss, that girl from Jiangnan yesterday was really great, I felt completely smitten."
"Isn't it fun? Work hard with me, and you definitely won't regret it."
"Your body was too weak last night. If it were me, I would have been exhausted in a couple of rounds. My girl is much better, especially her breasts, hahaha."
"Boss, I heard this mission is quite difficult. Is it dangerous?"
After seven or eight Mongolians sat down, a waiter from an inn brought over beef and wine. After a few sips of wine, the group started chatting loudly, occasionally accompanied by lewd laughter, which could be heard throughout the entire hall.
Sitting next to the Mongolian were several martial arts practitioners. Swords and knives were laid out on the table. As they were eating meat and drinking wine, they heard the vulgar language. One of them lowered his voice and said in a sinister tone:
"Where did this Mongolian dog come from, barking like that? It's so noisy!"
Although the man spoke in a low voice, it was still clearly audible. Several Mongolians, displeased, shouted at the next table:
"You Central Plains man, say that again?"
The Mongolians at the next table, who had already downed several bowls of wine, stood up and started cursing:
"So what if I say it again? I'm talking about those vulgar words in broad daylight. Am I wrong?"
"You little brat, you're asking for it! Brothers, let's take him down!"
The Mongol kicked over the table in front of him and lunged at the next table.
"I'm not afraid of you, Grandpa wasn't born easily frightened."
The gangsters at the next table weren't going to back down either, and they rolled up their sleeves and started fighting.
A full-blown brawl erupted in the hall in an instant. The martial arts practitioners were being overwhelmed and beaten by the Mongols, and then others couldn't stand it anymore and joined the fray, making the scene increasingly chaotic.